A/N (sorta): After a short lapse into the world of 'No violence in school', I had an Idea.
This is an idea I also posted on Fic press.
At 11:27, three people report to the same law firm with related, yet totally unrelated cases.
A sequel to 'Ich Hasse Sie Meine Liebe'
Lumpy reclines in his chair, feet propped up on the desk, fast asleep, with not a care in the world. As illogical as it was to think of Lumpy as a practical man, he was. He did what he did when he wants and no one tells him otherwise. His abnormally numerous jobs placed him at possitions of great power, leading his and other's demises. But death wasn't a matter Lumpy cared about. He lived his life doing what he wants to do, without becoming to worried about anything.
His partner, Nutty, was a different story all together. He was an uptight, borderline candy addict, always stopping for the little things. His genius sparkled when he was solving problems. He can work his way through a maze to get candy, but he can barely spell his own name. He'd jump everytime he saw movement. Give him a gun and he's a hazard to anything that moves.
Together, Nutty and Lumpy make a good team. A problem solver and a working man, solving the worst cases since the Petunia scandal. Speaking of which, the Petunia scandal was one that plagued Nutty's mind. One night caused 5 deaths, a child, and 2 people to be jailed. All because he and his girlfriend decided it was a good night to do the vertical monster mash.
But, back on topic, Lumpy was dozed off in his chair and Nutty was struggling to read his e-mail. Suddenly, the phone rang. Lumpy was startled initially, but Nutty almost suffered a panic attack. Calming down, Nutty picked up the phone and answered. "Hello, this is the HTTPF, how may we be of -CANDY- service?" It was Giggles.
"Hey Nutty, we have three new cases for you. Come down to the hospital." she demanded, hanging up on him.
"Lumpy, grab the gear. We got CAND- new cases." Nutty commands. Lumpy springs to life, swinging the back-pack around his shoulder, and runs to the elevator. "Ready, sir!" he salutes.
Arriving at the hospital, Giggles escorts the duo to a waiting room where the people were. He walked in and saw three figures. Toothy, sobbing, with a red jump-suit on, Cub, pouting, coated in oil, and a cloaked figure, whom's face was hidden under cloth. He first went up to Toothy.
"What happened, Toothy?" he asked calmly.
Toothy sniffled, and dried up his tears. He unzips the jumpsuit to reveal hideous bruises and welts all across his stomach and arms. Dried blood clung to each cut. "My boyfriend... he beat me. 'Till i bled." he choked out. Nutty and Lumpy look at each other. Both new how homophobic the abuse clinics are. If the come saying Toothy was beaten by a male sexual partner, he'd be kicked from the system.
Lumpy puts and hand on Cub's shoulder, who quickly shoves it off. "Go away bastard!" he pouted. Giggles cuts in.
"We found him drivin 90+ on the freeway in his dad's truck." Both Nutty and Lumpy were shocked. A four year old with road rage. What a sight!
They both turned to the last person. She pulls back the cloth wrapped around her waist. Under it, across her stomach, was a massive cut. She muttered sullenly, having already cried her eyes out. "Someone took my baby from me." Nutty nodded. Embryo theft was a horrible crime, the worst one of in all he had seen. He'd be on her case as soon as they left the hospital. One catch, though. "Excuse me, miss, you need to take the hood off." Nutty asked. The woman slowly unwrapped the bandages from her face, and there was the sight Nutty thought he'd never see again.
"Petunia!?"
Cliffhanger!
and a new story, whohoo!
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